We can come by between classes. Usually I use that time to copy over my class notes with a system of different colored pens. But it's been pointed out to me that that's, you know...insane.

Willow ,'Showtime'


Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Matt the Bruins fan - Sep 18, 2021 4:37:01 pm PDT #9365 of 11074
There's "Soul Stone dead" and there's "I'm suing Disney dead". —Wonderella

I slept the morning away after a very frazzling Friday workload, then worked all afternoon today. Upside is I've finished everything I really have to get done before Monday, so I can enjoy the rest of the weekend if I want instead of working ahead. I predict tomorrow is going to be a VERY lazy Sunday.


meara - Sep 18, 2021 5:49:18 pm PDT #9366 of 11074

Yay lazy Sunday Matt. Go you with the not procrastinating like I would!

I’m bored. And there’s nothing going on. And I’m not feeling interested in tv or super into the books I’ve got. Took the dog to the dog park. I believe David’s word is “futless”


JenP - Sep 18, 2021 6:20:35 pm PDT #9367 of 11074

I had TMI issues this morning that pretty much killed any prospects of productivity or fun stuff today. We even had to cancel pickleball lessons, boo. Feeling much, much better now, but bummer.

Still have lunch with friends tomorrow, though, so that should pull the weekend out of the dumpster.


msbelle - Sep 18, 2021 6:59:04 pm PDT #9368 of 11074
Now if your car ain't got it, go out and get it. We like the boom and don't you forget it. So turn down the treble and front your bass.

Knitters and Crocheters - I am trying trying trying to get back into knitting and my brother is doing some fundraising Knit and crochet - alongs starting in a few weeks. If anyone is interested, I am rlboston on Ravelry. The group is End Aids KAL/CAL. I can get you linked up then to his Instagram that has videos explaining the plans.


JZ - Sep 18, 2021 9:00:19 pm PDT #9369 of 11074
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Boo TMI issues and plan-canceling! But yay feeling better and the prospect of visiting with friends.

beekaytee, I've already voted for you, and also gotten regular jury duty calls. Usually twice a year, because I get one in my married name and another in my birth name (I'm still registered to vote as JZ, not JS, and I don't really want to change it because I like still having an excuse to sign that name every now and then). The most recent time was a few months ago, but I totally forgot it due to family stuff and never checked in even once (in SF, you call a potential juror hotline once a day for 5 days in a row to see if you're supposed to come in and sit in the call room, and if you get called in one day but don't get chosen or never get called in at all you're off the hook for the next year, or the next 6 months if you're me). I'm pretty sure that if they'd actually called me in and I'd failed to show I would've been pinged by now about failure to show, so I assume I'm free for another few months.

The weekend thus far: Visited my oldest friend for coffee and conversation, which ended in a lot of tears because her sprog, just about a year younger than Matilda, is not only brilliant and beautiful but neurodivergent with multiple other complicating factors and the entire family is stretched to the brink of snapping. I'm deeply angry at whatever roll of the cosmic/genetic dice landed them all here, because they're all such good people and deserve infinitely less struggle, but of course nothing on this stupid plane of existence has much of anything to do with what anyone deserves.

Then visited with my mom, who was in town for her 60th high school reunion, which was much less stressful and sad. She and Matilda enjoy each other so ridiculously much. And we got to hear the story of how she managed to graduate from high school with the help of her math tutor, a dreamy college boy from the neighborhood who on tutoring days would come roaring up to the parking lot of her Catholic girls' high school on his motorcycle, tell her chubby dorky self to wrap her arms tight around his waist, and then zoom off with her leaving all her classmates in a jealous swoon. Her social capital quadrupled that year!

Hec has requested that I report my workday faffing-around activities from earlier this week, when I was working remotely from the campus library. On Wednesday I was walking to one of the carrels on the third floor near the emergency medicine historical documents section, and passed the 1940 Selective Service recruitment standards handbook, Volume 6: Physical Standards. So, as one does (provided one is Plei or channeling her), I plucked it up and spent most of the afternoon skimming through it to see whether I could figure out where Steve Rogers might have been marked 4-F.

My conclusions: surely underweight, chest likely too narrow, possibly asthma, remotely possibly scurvy or some other dietary deficiency adversely affecting endurance and muscle development.

It was really a pretty interesting read, including not only the specific qualifiers and disqualifiers but, for some areas, long sections on how to catch malingerers--usually healthy dudes trying to avoid service would fake eye or ear problems, so the handbook offered specific tests relying on responses to stimuli that *will* happen with genuine deficits but seem totally counterintuitive so fakers would absolutely miss them. But there was also an appendix listing all the medications that could be taken off-license to fake everything from anemia to epilepsy, as well as anecdotes about people pouring condensed milk on their penises to fake STDs and the like.

Also also, there were counter-malingerers, people exactly like Steve Rogers who knew they were 4-F and lied about it, and how to spot when someone was lying about TB or asthma or COPD. Most of the counter-malingerers were assumed to be doing it "from patriotic motives," but the handbook also noted that some of them were doing it in hopes of getting someone to diagnose them during boot camp so they could get an honorable discharge and affordable medical care. Because that has clearly always been an issue in this stupid country.

There were also absolutely weird distinctions--you could still qualify for some kind of military service if you'd lost three fingers on one hand but not four, or if you'd lost one thumb but not both; you still qualified if you had any STD except syphilis; you still qualified if you wet your bed a little, but not a lot; you still qualified if you had mild or moderate scurvy, but not severe; Addison's disease was an automatic 4-F. Which made me run to Google, where I discovered that JFK wasn't diagnosed until 1947; what would've happened if some alert MD had put all the pieces together before he enlisted? No military career, no Profiles In Courage, no war-hero best-selling-author shine all over him; his dad certainly had the money and the influence to push one of his kids into national prominence no matter what, but would it always have been Jack? What other ways might it have gone if it had been another sib, or if it had still been him but later?

Also, being gay was a definite instant 4-F, but it was notable among all the other 4-Fs in having no explanatory note at all. Most of them had appendices explaining why this disqualified someone, why the recruiter would have to say no, but in 1940 being gay was not just taboo, but so taboo that it was listed only as "Sexual perversion," with no explanatory note at all. Not even a warning about malingerers. It was so taboo at the time that it never entered any recruiter's mind that anyone would claim it if it weren't so (a blind spot which the Vietnam generation would take full advantage of a quarter century later).

Anyhow, it was a totally unproductive but thoroughly satisfying work afternoon, and Hec insisted I share it here because of Steve Rogers.


DavidS - Sep 18, 2021 9:51:05 pm PDT #9370 of 11074
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

and Hec insisted I share it here because of Steve Rogers.

It's a valid reason!


Pix - Sep 19, 2021 6:56:36 am PDT #9371 of 11074
"Our lives are like little bebe crows carried upon a curious wind and all we can wish is for that wind place us on solid ground." -Moira Rose

Skipped to the end to announce we both tested negative, so YAY VACCINES.


msbelle - Sep 19, 2021 6:59:03 am PDT #9372 of 11074
Now if your car ain't got it, go out and get it. We like the boom and don't you forget it. So turn down the treble and front your bass.

Steve Rogers is always a valid reason.

I had a pretty lazy Sat and plan an even more lazy Sun. So far only coffee, but I think biscuits and white gravy are in my future.

The plan for the afternoon is cleaning the front porch and sitting out there knitting and listening to an audiobook, then once it cools a bit, mowing the overgrown lawn.


Laura - Sep 19, 2021 7:11:01 am PDT #9373 of 11074
I didn't know how to respond to the bat-shit crazy. And then I realized I didn't have to. -Victor Infante

Wonderful relief, Pix!! Thank you for sharing the good news.

Steve Rogers is always a valid reason.

This.

Chilling, literally, and hanging out today. Have soup in the slow pot. Sun is out, but still only 57F outside, which is better than the 43F when I got up this morning. Leaves are turning, but still a month or so away from heading south as it is still really warm there and I am enjoying my solitude. I'm a month into Duolingo learning Spanish. Partly for brain exercise, partly because there is a lot of Spanish spoken in South Florida.


Steph L. - Sep 19, 2021 7:21:28 am PDT #9374 of 11074
Without a plan, it turns out, a lot of decisions are really hard. Eliot might actually hate his shrink. Yes, Eliot is getting healthier or whatever, but at what cost? He used to be a mess of scar tissue and substance abuse, but he could get dressed in the morning without an existential crisis.

Skipped to the end to announce we both tested negative, so YAY VACCINES.

Right on!